memento mori

Alexander Mikaelson coven leader. 35. a l o n e Beacon Hills Don’t listen to your f r i e n d s See the despair behind their { eyes } Don’t listen to your friends They only care o n c e in a while Every man has two dogs fighting inside of him. One good and one evil. The one who wins is the one you feed.

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  Stiles regarded the other with an odd look, scrutinizing the hand in almost a very human way. Why the hell did he want him to sniff his hand? He could smell it from where he was standing. He finally looked away from the hand to his face with amber eyes, ears twitching slightly. 

[tenebrae--aeternae]

Alexander gave a small laugh at the small beast.  "You're quite smart, aren't you," he mused.  The fox, as much as he could tell, was not truly a beast at all. 

[just-the-goalie-deactivated2015]

Their best tends to not be much. 

[tenebrae--aeternae]

And I suppose you could do better?

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   Stiles still hadn’t figured anything out. Not even how to communicate with the others. Were there even red foxes in California? It seemed like something he should know.

[tenebrae--aeternae]

"Oh?" He said, raising his brow slightly.  The fox looked rather tame compared to most.  Alexander thought he had a rather nice colored pelt.  A bit rusty looking and one that didn't remind him of blood.  "Hello there, little one."  Alexander crouched down and stuck his hand out to allow the fox to scent him.

[twosidedjackson]

Really, cause it looks a little flat from here.

[tenebrae--aeternae]

Apologies, but from here, it appears rather small and unimpressive.

[shxtteredmuses-archived]

"No, not really.. I sort of hate them and had enough of them."

[tenebrae--aeternae]

"I suppose you lack a sense of sarcasm."

[twosidedjackson]

Did you get a pony?

[tenebrae--aeternae]

No, but I suppose I received an ass instead.

[spunkyhalfling]

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[tenebrae--aeternae]

Cold.  His skin prickled as Dante's finger tip trailed down.  Biting back a small noise as Dante palmed him, he let out a groan as the kiss on his shoulder blade trickled down.  Alexander had shifted to cross his arms loosely, leaning his forehead against them.  For a drunk, it was easier to keep his balance that way as the bed dipped and swayed under the weight of the both of them.  It was surprising, though.  That the one with the heart, full of life and love, had a touch so cool.  Closing his eyes, Alexander shivered as the young witch pulled his cheeks apart.  Alexander breathed out shakily with anticipation as Dante's tongue slid down and flicked at his entrance.

The last time--oh, it must have been in France.  Had to be and sometimes in the 1800's.  Alexander had visited the city on numerous occasions.  There was something about it that called him back.  It was a Frenchman though, Alexander remembered that--except for his name.  Taking his essence hadn't been difficult.  It was quick, nothing painful.  He had it down to a science.  "France, 1858," he recalled quietly, "the revolution."  Though, in all honesty, Alexander wasn't sure why he was divulging the information.

[tenebrae--aeternae]

I just love surprises, don't you?

[just-the-goalie-deactivated2015]

Anyone else sick of all the rando deaths, injuries, and disappearances in Beacon Hills…or is that just me.

[tenebrae--aeternae]

And I suppose that the law enforcement are doing their best to investigate.

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[tenebrae--aeternae]

Alexander gave a small frown, unsure if he should be appreciating Dante's smile or not--he did, however, appreciate the kiss.  Huffing a bit at Dante's words, he gave a small groan as he shifted his weight to roll onto his front.  For a drunk, it took a bit of effort, and he flopped over rather ungracefully.  Turning to his side, Alexander gave the other witch an expression that read nothing more than 'now what'.

[tenebrae--aeternae]

Self Para || Decided to Break It

All the concrete words around here I'm the bad seed, I think I swallowed it whole

Everything.  No.  There were countless things Alexander didn't want to believe.  They were true, nonetheless, but he wanted to believe in something else.  Something different.  Something that wasn't real.  For the reality was, there was only him.  Nothing but ashes laid all around him.  The acrid scent of smoke filled the air, as did the magic.  It rumbled in the earth, and Alexander thought of it rather wryly.  There were countless things Alexander could have done wrong--had done wrong--but this.  No.  If only he had been stronger.  If only he hadn't been blinded by love and believed whole heartedly he didn't need the power or strength of others to fuel his own.  But he did.

A broken laugh burst from his chest as he sunk to the ground.  His body slumped, and he let out a small growl at the sound of foot steps.  No one... this place would be sacred to his family.  Their burial ground.  Alexander wished he could have given them something better--they deserved better.  So many lives wasted, and for what?  A mistake.  Alexander muttered a quick spell under his breath and cast it the witch; his arm fell limply to his side as the incantation left his lips.  It failed, of course.  Dispelling itself quickly and dispersing into the air like smoke.  His mind was broken, but it yearned for power.  Something he knew how easily he could attain.  It would be as simple as falling asleep and never waking.  He would seize their heart, their essence, and claim it for his own.

Standing up straight, he brushed the leaves and twigs off himself and waited until the witch was within arms length.  Reaching forth, he closed his eyes, "forgive me, mother," for I have failed once more, and claimed the witch's essence for his own.  Alexander let out a small cry as it travelled and join with his own.  He could feel the strength coursing through his veins and he stared at his palms in almost a daze.  The first had been an accident, but this--it was something different.  One witch and already, he could sense a difference.  Imagine, he thought to himself, if there was not one, but two... or even hundreds of thousands.  It was the strength he had lacked to protect his own coven, and now he held it in the palms of his hand.

Never again.  Never again would he blame himself for the death of his own.  Never again would he feel powerless in keeping them safe.  Never again.  That was his promise to himself.  And never again, he promised to himself in a quieter manner, would he allow himself the affections of another.  Now he would focus on his power.  To rise up and be the leader he saw himself to be.  To be able to protect his coven with simple spells, to never feel threatened, weak or powerless again.  If only he possessed the power to protect his own, then perhaps his family and his coven would still stand.  Perhaps--no.  Alexander closed his eyes and let the air cleanse him of his regrets; and when he opened them, so did the darkness in his heart.  

It had always been there, lurking.  HIs mother had simply shielded him from him and guided him away from.  But now he sunk into it, craving the power it promised him and the ability to be granted the strength to do what he had failed in.  Never again.  He repeated the words silently to himself.  Something like this, he would never--could never--allow to repeat again.  His soul ached, but he had no time to weep for the dead.  A proper burial was never meant to be a task for one witch alone, or meant to be the ritual for many.  Alexander did the best he could, trying to learn the proper mannerisms.  The last he had seen had been the one belonging to his father.  When it was all said and done, Alexander saw fit to seek out any survivors of the other coven.  After all, they had taken his family and his anger still burned true.

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A matter of dubious consent || Alexander

[clusterfuckclub]

"Awww, Lexy is all grown up and know what coke is, now," Joshua cooed, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. It was a bit surprising to see how quickly Alexander agreed to this; Joshua was used to keep nagging the older men in his life to get what he wanted, but he could get used to this too. 

Grinning, Joshua bent down over the counter, pinched one side of his nose while inhaling the white powder from the other side. He sniffed after, took a gulp of his screwdriver, and leaned against the bar, feeling the rush running like a current of electricity through his body. “You now, coke makes your brain produce the same chemicals as to when you’re in love.”

[tenebrae--aeternae]

Rolling his eyes at the cooing, Alexander gave a small huff.  On any other occasion, he likely would have said  'no'.  Mimicking the younger witch, he bent over the counter, pinching his nose as he inhaled the white powder.  Inhaling deeply, he blinked and took another drink--feeling the rush not long after.  "Does it?"

Alexander furrowed his brows, wondering if that was either good or bad.  His mind, though, refused to make a decision.  "Love is fictitious," he said after a moment.  Whether it be created by a drug or not, real love was difficult for Alexander.  So much so, that sometimes, Alexander wondered if it was best to not love at all.  Though that was difficult when adding the brothers to the equation.

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